A gentle breeze blew leisurely.
Above the clouds.
Everyone's expressions finally turned grave.
The old woman who spoke earlier narrowed her eyes and said sinisterly, "Young friend, what is the meaning of this?"
As she spoke...
Her hands were already forming hand seals.
They had expected this woman to be defiant and arrogant, and they had expected her words to be unruly.
But no one expected... that she would dare to show such a life-and-death stance in front of these dozen or so Immortal Masters of the Dao Lineages.
Could it be that she intended to fight all of them alone?
Utterly ridiculous.
Though the people around her didn't speak...
Their auras were circulating, held in check but ready to strike.
Clearly.
If the young girl made even the slightest suspicious move...
They would instantly strike to suppress her.
But their grave expressions only lasted for a few breaths.
The next moment.
Their pupils suddenly contracted.
Because within their sight, the suspended figure actually faded away into thin air.
It wasn't some kind of illusion.
It was speed.
Speed to the extreme.
So fast that even they couldn't react!
Everyone was horrified, trying to find the girl's trail.
"Watch out!"
A loud shout exploded.
The speaker was a middle-aged man with an ancient sword on his back.
Unfortunately.
It was too late.
The white-robed woman who had just spoken mockingly felt a chill on the back of her neck.
At that moment, the hairs all over her body stood on end.
She whipped her head around, hurriedly looking behind her.
But in the next instant.
She realized she could see nothing at all.
The girl pulled her right arm back, like a drawn bow.
Brilliant red light and silver-purple lightning slurry pulled along large patches of black mist.
A sharp punch was thrown!
Boom—
The terrifying punch force hadn't even touched her yet.
Just the momentum of its advance shredded all the clouds in the surrounding area.
The expressions of several people standing next to the white-robed woman changed drastically.
They were blown back dozens of yards by the shockwave before they could barely steady themselves.
When the violent airflow subsided slightly.
Everyone looked closely.
The cloud top, which had been somewhat crowded, now had a large empty space.
Where was the figure of that white-robed woman?
In mid-air.
Broken bones and mangled flesh were mixed together, like thick ink splashed casually, dripping down and staining the long street below red.
A thick smell of blood instantly permeated the air.
In the center of the blood mist.
Only a pale golden Primordial Spirit looked at the scene before it in a daze.
Another single move!
Even an Immortal Master of a Dao Lineage... had her Physical Body destroyed in a single move!
It wasn't until a few drops of warm crimson splashed on their faces...
That the people above the clouds woke up as if from a dream.
"What are you still standing there for?!"
The old woman waved her sleeves angrily.
Compared to the terrifying monstrous strength the girl displayed...
What truly made her feel annoyed, even absurd, was... this girl actually dared to be the first to attack them?
Everyone was an Immortal Master from a Grotto-heaven; in which land would they not be revered by ten thousand people?
When had they ever seen such a child who didn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth?!
With this thought.
The hand seals she had prepared earlier were instantly released.
"Taiyi Green Wood Transformation Dragon-Locking Great Curse!!"
Rumble—
Behind the old woman, the originally thin clouds were suddenly stained with a layer of eerie, sickly green.
Countless thick vines roared out from her sleeves.
In the blink of an eye.
The vines entangled together, transforming into a Green Wood Azure Dragon hundreds of yards long.
In the next instant.
A foul wind hit their faces.
It lunged towards the girl with a roar.
With the old woman taking the lead.
The other dozen or so Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals no longer hesitated.
The middle-aged man with the ancient sword on his back pointed his fingers like a sword and gestured towards the sky.
The sword box on his back hummed loudly.
Clang, clang, clang—
Seven ancient swords soared into the sky.
Someone took out a Crimson Gourd.
Whoosh—
Rolling heavenly fire poured out, turning into a sea of fire that burned the Void Realm.
Someone shook a Black Banner in their hand.
A ghostly wind howled, and thousands of vengeful spirits rushed out wailing.
For a time.
Above Chang'an City, it was a bizarre sight.
The terrifying attacks of the dozen or so Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals converged into a world-destroying torrent.
Leaving no room for retreat.
It crashed down towards the lonely figure in black robes.
Rumble—!!!
The deafening roar shook the nine heavens.
As expected of Immortal Masters from the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages.
Never mind that Jiang Yuechu had just killed one with a single punch.
Once they reacted and struck together, each performing their Divine Abilities and profound methods...
How could their power be compared to ordinary Tower-Ascending cultivators?
Boom—!!!
Amidst the deafening roar, the figure in black robes standing in mid-air was completely swallowed.
Terrifying Spiritual Qi ran rampant.
The people below instinctively raised their arms to shield themselves, their bodies being blown back repeatedly.
When the violent airflow subsided slightly.
Wang Ziyu lowered his arm and looked towards the sky with a grave expression.
Such an attack... even if Master himself were here, he would probably have to temporarily avoid its edge.
That girl... she couldn't have actually failed, could she?
The storm slowly dissipated.
The brilliance faded away.
A figure still stood quietly in the same spot.
On the black robes, there were a few more scorched holes, revealing the cracked skin beneath and that crimson red light.
Other than that, there wasn't the slightest injury.
Jiang Yuechu frowned slightly and moved her somewhat numb arms.
That blow just now.
It did hurt a little.
Even for a Physical Body like hers, there was some pressure.
Of course.
It was only some pressure.
"..."
Above the clouds, there was dead silence.
Everyone's faces were filled with the same shock and disbelief.
This woman... actually endured it head-on?
Even her Physical Body wasn't destroyed?!
"This..."
A trace of horror flashed across the old woman's originally gloomy face.
After a moment, the horror slowly turned into understanding.
She had cultivated for over two thousand years and came from Fuluan of the Immortal Burial Pass, one of the Twenty-Five Orthodox Lineages.
What kind of unorthodox paths had she not heard of?
To be able to withstand the combined strike of over a dozen Tower-Ascending Immortal Masters without her Physical Body being destroyed... She narrowed her eyes, surveying the fierce Evil Qi flames around Jiang Yuechu that had not yet dissipated.
Most likely... this girl primarily cultivated the path of the Physical Body.
At this thought, a sneer couldn't help but appear on the corner of the old woman's mouth.
But how foolish was that?
After entering the Tower-Ascending stage, whether human or demon, everyone would gradually shift their focus of cultivation to the Primordial Spirit.
Compared to the fragility and constraints of the physical shell...
Having the Primordial Spirit roam the Great Void with profound magical powers was the true smooth path to the Great Dao.
How could there be a reason to do the opposite?
Having reached the Tower-Ascending realm, she actually wasted her heart and soul on such a crude matter as tempering the Physical Body.
She was indeed someone from the backwaters... she ultimately couldn't change the habits of a boorish martial artist.
The old woman sneered inwardly, but her face remained calm.
She slowly raised her hand and reminded the people around her, "Everyone, be careful. This woman's Physical Body is extremely domineering. Do not let her get close!"
While speaking...
Another hand seal was quietly formed at her fingertips.
Since a single strike couldn't kill her, she would change her method.
No matter how tough a Physical Body was, its blood Qi and vitality would eventually be exhausted.
As long as they trapped her and slowly wore her down...